"WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote...."
Prologue to The Canterbury Tales
OR: "When fair April with its showers sweet
Has pierced the drought of March to the root's feet."
Evidently, the winters of 1382 - 1390, when Chaucer was penning his prologue, were nothing like the winter of 2014. There was no droghte of Marche this year -- except in California. No matter: the sweetly springing "flours" are now budding, and spring is in full bloom at Hiden. Here's a peek...